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To The Guy I Met At The Bar I Have Your Sons

“Had I ever told you that I want you dead?” “What a coincidence, I want you dead too.” Kimberly Rollins and Vincent Walters are like cats and dogs, archenemies one might say. Clawing and barking is a normal thing, and they can’t bear to see each other’s face, but no matter how they don’t want to see each other, they are bound by a link that can’t be broken; Their sons. Six years ago, they had a steamy night that bore fruit. Wanting to have them alone, Kimberly refused to seek the father of her children and raised them on a country side, completely having a peaceful life while running her bakery. She got what she wants; a peaceful life. … If only she didn’t drink that day. “To the guy I met at the bar, I have your sons!” Kimberly boldly showed her children on a video which gathered thousands and thousands of views, passing from one eye to another. The video was only meant for fun. She’s confident that he won’t find them, he doesn’t even know he got her pregnant. So, he wouldn’t, would he? But the very next day, men in suits raided her bakery, an arrogant man leading them forward, demanding to see her. To her shock, Vincent was the son of a multi-millionaire and he’s in the middle of finding an heir to inherit the highest position of the company! Kimberly soon found herself in a tug of war. One wants to make the twin his heirs, while the other wants to raise them in the town and have a peaceful and simple life. So—who will win the custody of the twin? Would the two of them reach an agreement despite their conflicting ideals? Which one of them will run out of patience first and choke the other one to death?

MYOSITISIN · Urbano
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171 Chs

Chapter 104 One Hundrer-Four

Almer, hearing the voice for the first time since he came here, looked over his shoulder and scowled after seeing who it was.

"Oh," he said blandly. "You're here."

Vincent ignored his disrespect and calmly reminded him. "Almer, her hands. Let go of them."

"Or else what?" Almer slightly raised his voice. "You're gonna tell on my father? Dude, we're not kids anymore."

"Exactly." Vincent leaned on the back of his chair, the playfulness he had earlier when bantering with Kimberly evaporated in the air. "We're no more children. Simple instruction like this must be easy."

Almer's jaw tightened with his words of ridicule. He opened his mouth to get back at him when he felt Kimberly's hands wriggling out from his grasp. He looked at her and saw the discomfort resting on her brows. Almer clicked his tongue and let her go, raising his hands up in surrender. He said to Vincent. "Fine, fine. Stop acting like as if I'm sexually harassing her."

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